Quite right, a decade of blogging comes off as something major. So why the postponement of talking about it? I could easily come up with the excuse that around the 2nd of February (the anniversary date), I was still amid exams at university. However, I am aware there has been an additional element bugging me at the back of my mind: a certain fear of writing. More precisely, a fear of writing something incoherent and useless which won’t be given enough attention anyway. This seems to hugely set me apart from my 10-year-old self. And yet… As a recap, the 10-year-old me – up until 12-13 – would focus on any little event and openly share it, perhaps with certitude that she had grand adventures. And they were grand, after all, due to heartfelt friendships, lively holidays and exciting challenges which I was more bold to take on, for sure. Plus, the 10-year-old me thought it was an ingenious idea to borrow favorite characters from books or even websites and use them in her own stories, wi...